nobody is irrelevant. nobody is invisible. your neighbors know your name and see you set off to school or work or the backyard everyday, sometimes with a spring in your step and sometimes with hunched over shoulders. there was this one time some stranger pointed you out to their friends and saidĀ āthatās the haircut I wantā orĀ āI have that shirt, tooā orĀ āthey go to my schoolā. someone has admired the way you carry yourself or gave a presentation or even the way youāre so polite when you first meet a person. youāve made comments or jokes that have stuck in minds of overhearers and eavesdroppers. when old classmates of yours think back to kindergarten or fourth grade or sophomore year they remember you and have an opinion of you. youāve made recommendations of songs and restaurants and even cookie brands and actually introduced people to their all-time favorites. the cashier at the grocery store knows exactly what laundry detergent your household uses, or even if you donāt do your laundry at all.
you can never be irrelevant. thereās pieces of you everywhere, in a dozen lives, in a hundred dreams, in a million memories. maybe itās true that you donāt have any friends, and you have a sucky relationship with your family or no family at all and no-one ever checks up on you, and youāre really very lonely, but that doesnāt determine your worth. you do. and so do the billions of small attributions youāve already made to the world, both long-term and short-term. so thank you.


























